"Itna pyaar ki jaan bhi lut jaye,
Par kismat ki lakeeron se tu mera na ho paye.
Phir bhi teri yaadon mein jee loon main,
Tere bina hi sahi, bas tu mere saath ho jaye."

The long royal dining table gleamed beneath the chandelier, set with silver thalis, crystal glasses, and steaming dishes carried in by silent servants. It was the family’s traditional Sunday lunch, one of those unspoken rules that everyone followed without argument, even if no one always enjoyed it. The room looked grand, but the atmosphere was anything but easy.